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~Kiva

I slide my hand into Ark's, my breath quickening.

This is my last chance to change my mind, to turn and run through the trees, my fate be damned...

Instead, I allow him to lead me through the door back into the compound. The sound of is closing makes me wince, forcing me to reconsider my position.

Am I strong enough to go into this and then walk away before things get heated? I'm starting to doubt that I'm capable of that, but I suppose I will see.

Ark doesn't say anything as we wind through the corridor, heading toward his private room. I still can't tell if he's playing a game, waiting for me to crack, or if he really does intend to take this all the way tonight.

A few people walk by us, staring with wide eyes. I'm the prisoner, and now I'm walking around holding hands with their leader.

Ark doesn't so much as flinch, nor does he acknowledge them.

Soon enough we reach the door to his room, which he shoulders open, leading me inside.

I pause right in the threshold, my hand falling from his. I've never been in a room he is currently occupying, and it's strangely intimate.

My attention immediately falls upon the large bed in the centre of the room. Ark clearly has spent many nights here, as the room is far more filled out than I would have expected.

Has he been coming here even while he was guarding me?

What am I thinking...of course he has. The thought fills me with enough dread to balk for a moment. What am I doing?

"Are you going to let me go now?" I ask, propping my hands on my hips. "Or do I have to sleep with you?"

He laughs breathily, shrugging off his jacket, draping it on his desk chair. "I'm not going to let you go, and yet you're still going to sleep with me, aren't you?"

My fingers roll up into fists. He's challenging me again, revealing that this isn't a game. He genuinely wants me, and tonight, he's going to seduce me.

I should demand to be taken back to my room, but the bored, tired and very attracted to my mate part of me wants to see how far this is going to go.

"You're greatly overestimating how much I want you," I note, tracking him with my gaze as he approaches me.

He has this arrogant slant to his lips, slowly pulling off his gloves. "Am I?"

My teeth clench together to the point of pain. I could win this exchange by walking from this room, and yet, I remain rooted in my spot, as intrigued as I am bothered.

"You're going to have to impress me."

Something sparks in his eyes. I stay painfully still as he circles me, like he's considering what he is going to do to me.

As he is standing behind me, I feel his fingers weave through my hair, tugging my head back. "Nothing matters tonight. You're my mate, and I want you. If you want to leave this room, by all means, do so. But if you want me as badly as I want you, then stay right here."

There it is. The ultimatum.

I know leaving would be the rational, intelligent decision to make. But the dampness gathering between my legs suggests that I'm about to make a terrible choice.

So, I stand my ground, anticipating his next move.

His hand slips from my hair as he twists me around. The breath is nearly knocked from my lungs as he yanks me against his body, kissing me suddenly.

I immediately melt into the kiss, digging my fingers into the muscles of his arms. The overwhelming heat between us becomes apparent quickly.

We aren't going to be taking our time exploring each others bodies. This is going to be passionate and feverish.

His hands make quick work off tearing off my clothes, not once taking his mouth off mine. I'm always amazed by how good of a kisser he is, claiming me like he owns me, sweeping his tongue through my mouth as he steals all my breath away.

Once all my clothes have been discarded of, the reality that this is really happening, that I'm not backing down from Ark's desire.

After everything he has done, and plans to do, I still want him...something is wrong with me, but tonight, I don't care.

Without removing his mouth from mine, he guides me toward the bed before he pushes me down onto it.

I gasp, falling amongst the covers.

Ark is almost unrecognisable. His eyes are dark and shadowy, focusing on my face as he stands over me. I breathe in as much air as possible, figuring that this is only a momentary break.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," he tells me lowly.

Excitement and anticipation skate over my skin. I want him badly, but not enough to not make him work for it first.

Reaching up, I grab his arm and yank him down until he is laying on the bed. Before he can protest, I sit astride him, planting my hands flat on his chest.

He looks up at me, dark hair messily framing his face, a vicious look in his eyes.

He could just flip me over and have his way with me, but he's giving me a chance to have my fun. I run my hand down the slope of his strong chest, encouraging him to remove his shirt.

Once it's laying in the floor, I lean down to kiss him again, pressing my hips down against his.

He lets out a pleasured sigh against my lips, gripping my waist tightly, almost to the point of pain. I continue rolling my hips back and forth against his, feeling the entire length of him, and how hard and ready he is for me.

"Don't play around with me," he warns with a growl. I just smile down at him, drawing my fingers down to start fiddling around with the button to his pants, undoing it so I can start to tug his pants down. He helps me out, remaining silent, letting me decide what is happening next.

He watches me with predatory focus as I stare down at what awaits me, swallowing thickly. I'm overwhelmed by his size, even though this won't be the first time we have been together.

Lowering my trembling fingers, I take him into my hands, watching his face. His lips part slightly, although he remains composed.

"Put me inside you, or I'll do it," he growls roughly, thrusting up into my hand for emphasis.

I'm not relinquishing control yet, so I lean forward, capturing his mouth with mine again, raising up a little. Tonight isn't about taking our time and messing around. It's about releasing pent up tension and desire for each other.

In one swift movement, he's inside me, all the way to the hilt.

My eyes flutter closed as I bear my entire weight on him, gasping past the feeling of fullness. After weeks of denying attraction, to finally feel him in me again nearly sends me over the edge straight away.

When I open my eyes again, he is watching me, brows narrowed together. Even as I start to move against him, his focus never lifts from my face.

"You're mine forever," he breathes, moving his hands up my waist to my breasts and down my arms, as if he can't get enough of touching me.

I want to disagree, but the feeling of him inside me has rendered me wordless as I increase my pace.

He begins to thrust upward to meet me, holding my hips. "You can run, Kiva, but you will always be mine."

A frustrated moan slips from my mouth. He's right, I am his, and I hate it. I want to be stronger, so I can walk away easier, and yet as I ride him fervently, I can't think of anywhere I would rather be.

Ark lets out a growl before he flips me onto my back, pinning my wrists above me. He's had enough of me being in control, wanting to finally have his way with me.

I let him, ready to receive the full extent of his desire.

He kisses me again, drawing my leg up to brace around his waist. I arch up toward him, so blinded by my desperation for him that I can't contain myself any longer.

The softest smirk curves at his lips as he pauses long enough to look over me, drinking in his triumphant. His dark hair rains down over his forehead as he tilts his head down, the strong lines of his face tense with concentration.

Him being so beautiful doesn't help me resolve.

I scowl, pulling my hips up, encouraging him to end this torture. He holds them tightly in his grasping, keeping me from moving.

"I need you," I gasp out. "Fuck me, please."

He tilts his head to the side, smirking.

"See, you hate me. You know I'm a killer, that I can hurt you, and yet you're here, begging for my cock."

Before I can bite back, he thrusts into me, all the way to the hilt. A gasp gets caught in my throat as pleasure erupts throughout me, so overpowering that whatever Ark just said to me has vanished from my mind.

He lets out a rough breath, grip tightening on my wrists and on my hip. For a moment he doesn't move. He just sits, seated in me as if he is savouring then feeling, whereas I am reeling, just trying to remember how to breathe.

He holds my chin as he kisses me, withdrawing before pressing into me, picking up the pace quickly and abruptly. He's not messing around.

An almost painful amount of pleasure overcomes me. I cling to him, dragging my fingertips from his back, up his neck and into his hair, where I tug at the fine strands of his hair.

I feel his hand grasp either side of my face, pace never faltering. "Open your eyes."

I blink them open, not even realising they had been closed. He stares back at me, dark eyes euphoric.

"You belong to me always," he grits out between impassioned thrusts. "In my bed, by my side. I don't fucking care, I just know I need you."

I wish I were capable of responding, but my words are stuck in my throat, unable to be spoken. What would I say anyway?

Tilting my head back, I hold his gaze, arching my hips up to him, meeting every press of him inside me. I'm chasing a high that I balance on the edge of, wanting to fall over into a guiltless euphoria that I never want to emerge from.

Ark seems to sense my urgency, as he suddenly pulls out.

I let out a irritated whine at his absence until I'm pulled up and turned over, pressed down onto my stomach. He yanks my hips up, and pushes inside me once again.

The moan that leaves my mouth is loud enough to alert anyone nearby of what is happening. My captor is fucking me and I never want it to stop.

This angle is wonderfully deep, accompanied with a fast pace that has my vision spinning with colour.

My fingers dig into the sheets that my face is pressed into, Ark's hand pressing down between my shoulders, ensuring that I can't do anything but take this.

My words mumble together as I beg him not to stop, mostly incoherent. He groans a little under his breath, fingertips digging into my skin before winding through my hair, yanking it back.

All I can think about him, and how he feels inside me. My brain doesn't have the capacity to think about anything but that right now.

Pleasure builds so fast within me that I'm barely aware of which way is up as release crashes through me.

Grabbing my shoulder, he pulls me up, pressing my back into his chest as he fucks me, one hand rubbing the centre of me, the other palming my breast.

His breathing is rough and guttural in my ear, both of us nearing our end.

I turn my head enough to look in his eyes, and in that moment the crushing weight of my orgasm overcomes me. Seeing his need, his desperation for me is so hot I can't handle it.

I'm caught in the moment of euphoric pleasure for what feels like forever as Ark continues to thrust hard and deep until he too finds his release.

He stills, letting me lean back on him as he both fight to regain our breath, overcome by the lasting bits of pleasure that shudder through us.

Eventually he pulls out and I collapse onto the bed, head shoved in his pillow. It smells just like him, bringing a soft, lazy smile to my face. I don't want to leave this moment, even if reality is knocking on the edge of my conciousness.

Vacantly I hear Ark going into the bathroom, and just like last time he returns to clean me up before falling into bed beside me.

I stare at him, noting the way his dark hair stick to his damp forehead.

"We aren't doing that again," I tell him weakly.

He only smiles. "Uh huh."

I roll my eyes. I should probably go back to my room, but I make no move to do so. Part of me just wants to lay here and gaze at my mate, and that is a very dominant part of me.

"Tonight, I'm going to forget about how terrible you are. Tomorrow, I'll get back to hating you," I tell him, nestling under his covers, deciding I'm staying here for the night.

The warmth in his eyes suggests he doesn't believe me. "Alright, Kiva. Alright."

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